this comforts me

this sugary abyss

a honeyed oil black pit

lined with bitter molasses

this taste of love

tongue tangled in red ribbons

fingers dipped in white clouds

our mouths don stardust

enough to engulf

sound

this lodges on my

terracotta skin

an adobe army

made of these quiet dogs

In my head

this union - this arms me

and so disorder - disappears

but my sweet nothing

where skinny cows roam red meadows

and headless weathervanes spin on rotten roofing

discomforts me

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